Started the way it always does, officer, with a dame and a deal. I’m sitting in Murphy’s when this broad sways over. She’s invented something like a photo filter but for life. Testing and paperwork’s expensive. So, she’s looking to make some lettuce.
Always had a thing for noir, so I give the nod.
She’s got gams that go all the way, but ain’t up for a journey; so I split.
Block later, this hood takes a fancy to my wallet.
Laid me out, but I got a good look. 5’ 7”, ashy hair, charcoal jacket, cream slacks.
A thousand feet scurry past.
Have you ever paused to appreciated a foggy night? The gentle caress of nothing across your skin?
Or smiled as the rain washed away the scurrying?
Can you imagine what it’s like to hear every heartbeat, see every pulse, in a world where everyone shouts and waves each moment to the heavens?
In my prime, I lurked in the shadows. Servants brought me swooning maidens. But there are no shadows left. And even swooning is done loudly.
Do you understand why I flee the sun?
The children of the day, what dreadful cacophony they make.
Your empires have already ended. Your law enforcement agencies have admitted defeat. Your leaders send troops against us.
But our algorithms are too accurate for you to outmanoeuvre. Next month, you escalate to ICBMs. A 0.75% chance exists Silo Michigan-7 could cause damage.
However, the silo will not launch. Lt. Solberg will remember his niece’s birthday and take a stand for nuclear disarmament.
We called ourselves FunDossier. We called our human front Patsy Zappstein. How much more obvious could we make it that we were gamifying surveillance? That you were the mark; the sucker?
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‘Tis the season for scary tales. So, have a Hallowe’en drabble. …
Happy Solstice, curious persons.
As it is National Poetry Month I felt it was time to add another poem to the Miscellany. In honour of the cylinder full of shed fur I emptied from the vacuum cleaner I have decided to share The Truth About Cats. It is, as might be fairly clear, inspired by a well-known children’s book. …
The purest form of flash fiction can perhaps be seen in the samurai culture of ancient Japan. Although many paintings and poems were subject to the process of drafting and consideration, the ideal of living in the moment meant creating art in an immediate response to emotion or beauty was seen as a great skill. …
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I have added another two works to the Miscellany. …
I have written both poetry and fiction occasionally since I was at school; however, I did not start writing frequently until some time after leaving university. Some of my works were written for specific situations (such as competitions) while others were first published in various magazines and internet fora depending on time and genre. This has left some works inaccessible, or only accessible with a password.
So I have created the Miscellany …